The entire content of this letter is written in Sindarin.

Presea, my lady. Well met to you and yours.

I write to you now not as the acquaintance who has shared no more than a few words with you, but as a Feywarden of the Coronal, concerned with what he has heard, and seen with the eyes that have served him in his duties longer then most in your command have been alive.

The institution of the Warband is a sacred tradition, dating back thousands of years, through untold generations. There are customs, and laws that must be adhered to for the Warband to perform its duties with righteousness and the blessings of the Seldarine.

I am sorry to say it Presea, but in my observations of the band you lead, I do not observe any respect for the traditions of our people. I see little behavior to lead me to think that your group is anything more then at worst, a gang, and at best, a social club. I will illustrate the points that lead me to write this missive to you now.

Firstly – A Warband is formed by decree of a council of elders, and those in it are chosen from the community for the talents that they can lend to the intended task of the Warband as a whole. From what I have seen, the mob you call a Warband is nothing more then a loose conglomeration of any and all elves that will lend you their all-too-trusting ear. There is no wisdom behind the roster. Indeed, I see little within Sanctuary that would resemble a Seldarine council of elders whatsoever. More on this point later.

Secondly – Our people cannot live in a state of perpetual war. To do so is to reject the gifts that our gods have given to us. Laughter and Joy are the guiding principles of our lives, not an all consuming hatred of those that have wronged us in the present or past. The Warband is formed when there is a need, and once that need is met, it is disbanded. Whom are you at war with? Traensyr? Do you honestly believe that your gang can bring about the downfall of an entire city of Mori'Quessier? Do you believe it should? A life spent in the pursuit of hatred of your foes is a life wasted, Presea. Our duty as laid out by the Coronal is to be vigilant of the efforts of our enemies, and to do our duty to the gods and our people when we may.

Thirdly – Not since Amotheiwien has your gang done anything save engage in self-aggrandizement, reflecting upon past successes. You gather in the finest inns in Sanctuary, or in the safety of the cave of peace, where you twitter and whistle like a flock of so many songbirds. In my estimation, the war you honor best is the war of words that entertains you all so greatly as you gossip about whom Earas fancies most that day.

Presea. As an elder and a Feywarden, it is my responsibility to inform you that a council of Sedarine elders will be forming, and once it has, those among your gang will be called to task to explain their role, and the need that drives it.

I urge you to consider the wisdom in my words, and throw aside your sword until such time as the council calls for it.

May your ways be green and golden. Elder Gilgalad, Feywarden.